译文: 扁平足56. 厌学士兵.
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It's been said that a little man can move mountains If his faith is as big as a mustard seed But I know that in this life it's hard To believe in the
Flatfoot 56 will beat you with his Billy stick He's rough, he's tough, and he'll call your bluff turn out the lights, run away Flatfoot's coming and
The time has come old boy for me to tell you a tale of a man filled with passion there?s no room for him to fail he sailed his ship the Lidy Hoo, across
Late one night in the pale moon light Hey now now now carry 'em out Ran a crew of hoods with a lust for life Hey now now now carry 'em out They grabbed
Like tree without its branches, like a fire without a light, You're a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight, Like a ship without an anchor
I run but never get away Chinatown jail break Sitting in this cell these bars wide open Stricken by the light I fear the unspoken The Son is my hope
I see you coming, don't do it I know you and I see through it You brought your gifts together Your faith was cast down 'cause his was better You got
Pull back the curtains, snap off the string. This tired and lonely man is offering everything. Tie up the main mast, boys, we?re going into the storm
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught
You said two years ago, God bless this hollow ground and now that the time has come you don?t want him around the faith that you seem to show, now has
If reality was an ocean you're a puddle If it was all about your clothes then you'll be king But you gotta understand there is a struggle between doing
In the year of our Lord 1903, in the meat packing plants off the shores of the sea Stood a young man at his slaughter post a newby by his side He said
It?s not a kid, it?s just a thing selfishness is the song you sing it?s your body, it?s your choice but the life inside you has a voice the news has
Cool your jets. You?re going nowhere. Check the mirror, you?re like a road flare. Just ?cause some jerk stepped on your toes, doesn?t mean you gotta
Check one. Check one, two... This one?s coming at your stereo.... Born to a fighter on the deep South side. A sweaty blue collar, but you didn?t mind
The kids are right the kids are wrong Pound your chest and sing this song To my right my left the ollie kids call Come weak come strong come one come